In the dusk, Wu Shuangjiang suddenly said he was leaving.
I threw the long sword to Chen Pingan Yeyou, and it took half a day to refine it.
After Chen Pingan took over the night tour, he shamelessly asked Wu Shuangjiang for a copybook.
In the world of Qingming, it is recognized that the characters written by monks from Sui Chu Gong can exorcise ghosts. Hanging the characters is like a hanging talisman, and it is even more effective. Of course, Chen Ping'an is not thinking of relying on Wu Shuangjiang's characters to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits.
This is too much of a waste of natural resources. Keep it as a souvenir of the night sailing trip, and hang it in your study room in Luoshan. When guests come, no matter who they are, they have to ask whether it is an authentic or fake?
Wu Shuangjiang agreed, and Chen Ping'an was in the lobby, taking out pens, ink, paper and inkstones. After Xiaomi Li cleared the table, he helped spread the rice paper and lay on the table to grind ink.
Wu Shuangjiang looked at the common brushes and ink sticks at the foot of the mountain. He seemed to have lost interest in writing. Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I really only have these guys. How can I make do with them, senior?"
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Luopo Mountain can afford to lose face like this, but Mr. Wu can't afford to lose face. In this case, let's forget it."
Chen Ping'an hurriedly said: "How about I ask this junior to borrow the Four Treasures of the Study from Li Shilang?"
Wu Shuangjiang glanced at the sky outside, shook his head and said, "We can't keep Xiaobai waiting for too long."
The millet grains were still there grinding the ink ingots. He raised his hands and scratched his head in anxiety, and said pitifully: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, can you just write a few words and miss the mark? We are out and about in the world, so we should just make do with it."
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Wu Shuangjiang thought for a while, nodded and said: "That makes sense."
Wu Shuangjiang took out the study Qinggong he carried with him from his sleeve, spread out a piece of colorful cloud paper, and took out a green bamboo brush with a line of small seals engraved on it. On the chest, there is a bamboo with thousands of miles of green. There is an inkstone on the side, an inkstone on the side of the Immortal Grotto, and an ancient inkstone.
Holding a pair of pocket chi dragons, Wu Shuangjiang tapped the chi dragons' heads with the pen. The two chi dragons immediately opened a pair of golden eyes, and a layer of golden ripples suddenly appeared in the ancient inkstone. After Wu Shuangjiang dipped the ink, the tip of the pen was golden, and it appeared in the ancient inkstone.
On that piece of paper, I wrote a calligraphy calligraphy in cursive script that can be regarded as "that time post".
"At that time, I just thought it was ordinary, and I didn't believe that bald heads existed in the world. I was leaning against the bright moon in a tall building, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you."
Finally, there are two personal seals and a monogram of Wu Shuangjiang printed in three places on this copybook.
He is a military scholar, commanding millions of troops. He is an old man with books, and his heart is as green as a lotus in the world.
Chen Ping'an stood aside, rubbing his hands gently, and sighed with emotion, "Senior is such a good calligrapher, it is a pity not to write a couplet anymore. Good things come in pairs, so be careful."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled, and two couplet papers made of Sui Chu Gong Ten Thousand Years of Red material appeared on the table. On each couplet, there were seven golden dragon patterns, as if the position was vacant, just waiting to be written. Not only that, but also from the sleeves.
A small wooden box was taken out from it. After opening it, there were seven-color small porcelain boxes arranged, which were the Qibao clay that was used to remove the palace and become famous all over the world. Jun Yu and his wife on the mountain once got a great opportunity from the ruins of the Immortal Mansion and moved a
Returning to the sect from the ancient mountain, after the top of the mountain took root, strange phenomena appeared, and there was often a scene of the cinnabar flying like colorful clouds. After the immortal refined the flying sand, he gathered the seven colors, which is the Qibao mud, and there is one liang of colored mud and one pound of Grain Rain money.
statement.
Chen Ping'an was a little confused. Writing couplets was not as sophisticated as seven-color writing, right? He just didn't dare to ask more questions, for fear that if he asked, the cooked duck would fly away.
Wu Shuangjiang didn't explain anything. He dipped his pen in seven-color precious sand and wrote seven characters on each of the two spring couplets. He drew back the pen like a mountain but not enough treasure. He had to read thousands of volumes before he could understand the spirit.
Wu Shuangjiang breathed a sigh of relief at the couplet. The fourteen golden dragons in the couplet, as if being clicked, slowly rotated in a circle and then became motionless.
Poems by Su Zi and inscriptions by Wu Shuangjiang.
By the way, I took advantage of some of the young people around me who were looking for words.
Chen Ping'an, who had been a second nephew for nothing, had no grudge against him and just pretended that he didn't know about such an allusion.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Just think of it as a wish for the completion of the Luo Luo Shanxia Sect. You can hang the couplets on the gate of the Patriarch Hall. The words on the couplets change with the time. They are black during the day and white at night. The lines are clear and the black and white are clear. What a rank.
It's not low. If it is hung on the gate of Jise Peak in Luolu Mountain, it will be enough to make the mountain and water spirits, ghosts and monsters like the tiger Wei Bo stop outside the door. They dare not and cannot go beyond half a step. But you have to promise me one thing, what?
Sometimes you feel that you have done something wrong and it is difficult to correct your mistakes, so you must take off this couplet."
Chen Ping'an took a step back and bowed to the master of the Sui Chu Palace, who said with a smile, "I once had hope of refining one or two natal characters."
Wu Shuangjiang waved his hand, just put away a few seals, turned around and smiled at the little girl in black: "The millet grains, the rest of the study supplies on the table are all given to you, just think of the fish in return.
Dried melon seeds. As for who you give them to later, I don’t care."
Zhou Mili hurriedly waved his hands, "You can't do it, you can't do it. You don't have to pay for dried fish and melon seeds."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled slightly, turned and left, strode across the threshold, Xiao Mi Li ran over, caught up with Mr. Wu, took out two bags of dried fish from his sleeves, scratched his face, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu
, That’s it. I’ll give it all to you. Don’t take it too little. If it’s really too little, then that’s it. If you come to my house as a guest in the future, I’ll take care of it.”
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and took the two bags of dried fish from the river, thanked him, patted the little girl's head gently, and left. Wu Shuangjiang took one step and left Toutiao City.
Xiao Mili waved his hand, stood outside the door and looked around for a long time, and sighed. He was a little envious of Mr. Wu's Taoism. He didn't even have to travel far away in the wind, and disappeared in a flash. It must be the fairyland where Jindan started.
?!Haha, what are you thinking about? How can the Earth Immortal be enough? It cannot be said to be the legendary Jade Pu Realm. Alas, the realm is so high, it is as high as Wei Shanjun. Mr. Wu must have held many night banquets in his hometown.
Ah? No wonder you give gifts without batting an eye. You must be generous and grand, and you have to be like this when traveling in the world. Back then, I met that naive and silly girl in Dumb Lake. She is not a bad person, but she has long hair and short knowledge.
You can sell the big water monster in Dumb Lake for a Grain Rain coin.
Xiaomili walked back to the lobby table in a swagger. Chen Pingan put away the copybooks and couplets and put them into the square objects. He smiled at Xiaomili and said: "Ancient inkstone, green bamboo pen, and Qibao clay, these three things cost Pei money."
I’ll put it away for you first.”
Xiaomi Li was stunned for a moment, and the little girl glanced at the objects on the table, "But I have already thought about how to give them away."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "No need to give it away, just keep it properly. When you return to Luopo Mountain, remember not to throw it away."
Xiao Mili said seriously: "I originally planned to give it all to the mountain master's wife. If the mountain master's wife didn't accept it, I wouldn't have the courage to persist to the end. Then when I got home, I gave the Qibao mud to Sister Nuanshu. She
I like to keep accounts every day. I gave the ancient inkstone to Jing Qing and the green bamboo pen to Wei Shanjun. There is a bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain. The old cook and Pei Qian didn't know why, but they didn't go there themselves and asked me to sneak there.
I carefully counted how many bamboos there were, and I thought that if Wei Shanjun was happy after accepting the gift, he would give me a bamboo for free."
Ning Yao suppressed laughter and rubbed Xiao Mili's head.
Pei Qian pretended not to know anything. Anyway, whenever the master asked, he would blame everything on the old cook.
Chen Ping'an, for the first time, felt uneasy about his conscience. I wonder what Wei Shanjun thought when Xiaomi was wandering around in the bamboo forest, carefully counting the wrenches on the bamboo.
A white-haired boy poked his head around the corner of the corridor and asked: "Ancestor Yin Guan, where is that person? Is he gone? How was your conversation?"
Chen Ping'an turned around and said, "I'm leaving Toutiao City. The conversation was going well, you don't need to take action."
The white-haired boy laughed loudly, put his hands on his hips, shook his shoulders, and strode towards the table, "Ancestor Yin Guan is indeed invincible, leaving me no chance to show my loyalty. Otherwise, as long as I use my little strength, I will definitely be able to fight with him.
Ancestors of Yin Guan work together to repel the enemy! What a pity, what a pity! I hate what I hate!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Then I invite him back?"
The white-haired boy's knees weakened, he stretched out his hand to support the table, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't think it's necessary. After all, it's easier to invite gods than to send them away."
From the beginning to the end, it was very baffling. Meeting Wu Shuangjiang and having a good chat with Pei Qian were like falling into the clouds and leaving a confusion. Wu Shuangjiang disappeared again, and there was also this alien demon.
realm, appearing in the world in a posture similar to that of a "person without realm".
Chen Ping'an glanced at it and said, "Go and chat over there in the room."
We went back to Chen Pingan's room together, and Chen Pingan took out the copybook, "It should be something that senior wanted me to hand over to you."
The white-haired boy nodded. As soon as he took it over, the two printed words on the copybook, "Scholar of military horses, commanding millions of soldiers" and "Man and book are both old and mature", a total of thirteen words, instantly dimmed.
It had a complicated expression, dull and speechless.
Chen Ping'an even took out the sword-raising gourd and drank a sip of wine to calm down his shock.
The magical powers of a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm are really unreasonable.
It shook its head vigorously, and soon returned to its normal expression. It looked at the virtual objects that Chen Ping'an had picked up in Entry City. It picked up the narcissus porcelain basin, turned it over, sneered, and threw it on the table. The millet grains hurriedly
He jumped forward, straightened his hands with both hands, moved to his side, breathed gently into the small porcelain basin, and wiped it with his sleeves.
The white-haired boy carried the iron Three Monkeys Fishing Moon Flower Utensil with both hands, nodded slightly, and said, "If it's the real thing, it's okay."
Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "How do you say it?"
The white-haired boy said: "Every moonlit night, you can take out this thing and just bask in the moonlight, it will condense the moonlight and gradually breed an essence similar to the 'Flower Protector'. If the monk's luck is better, maybe
You can also become a Si Fanwei of the Flower Temple, in charge of a certain kind of flower fragrance. Arrange flowers inside, osmanthus is the best, epiphyllum is the second, and peony is the third. Those monsters in the world who worship the moon and refine their body, no matter what
No matter how high the realm is, everyone will definitely be willing to pay a high price. With this thing, you can save a lot of trouble. Take it to the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land, and even more casually, find the flower owner of the Blessed Land, or the flower owner of the life.
God, you can sell it for a sky-high price."
The white-haired boy wondered: "Why does Patriarch Yin Guan look like he has never heard of and has no interest in this blessed land of flowers? Back then, under the grape trellis in the place where the prison officer practiced Buddhism, those flower god cups, Patriarch Yin Guan
Zu Ke’s eyes lit up when he saw it, and he was gearing up. At that time, I felt that if I were the flower owner of the Blessed Land, I would start to worry about whether my own territory would become too high."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "As long as there is money in the world, there will be a baggage restaurant."
The white-haired boy said oh, picked up the "Uncle Ye" ebony paperweight, and asked: "Never thought that Patriarch Yin Guan was also a luthier? He is really versatile..."
Chen Pingan put down the sword gourd in his hand and asked: "Can you write a complete Guangling Zhixi notation?"
It nodded, "What's so difficult about it."
Wu Shuangjiang, the lord of Sui Chu Palace, was famous in the Qingming world for his talent. He was proficient in poetry, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
As Wu Shuangjiang's inner demon, except for some killer attack methods, Wu Shuangjiang has set many restrictions on it, and it can actually do everything else Wu Shuangjiang knows.
The white-haired boy pointed his fingers and wrote out the complete music score that had been lost for a long time in the world. Chen Pingan copied it on the paper.
It yawned and said with doubts on its face: "Ancestor Yin Guan, this is the harvest?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, while Pei Qian had no expression on his face and was just eating melon seeds.
Zhou Mili waved his hands vigorously and said: "No, really no."
Got it!"
The white-haired boy chuckled and said: "There can be some, there must be some. Get the treasure at the bottom of the box quickly."
Zhou Mili crossed his arms across his chest and said with a serious face: "If so, I'll treat you to pickled fish! Is pickled fish delicious? It's the worst thing in the world. No one likes it. Since no one eats pickled fish
, if no one eats it, then it’s gone.”
Chen Pingan reached out to cover his forehead. Such a reasonable wording, it was really difficult for Xiaomi Li...
The corners of Ning Yao's mouth curled up.
Pei Qian glanced at the master.
Chen Pingan nodded helplessly.
Pei Qian and Zhou Mili said, "Take it out."
Xiao Mili was anxious and winked at Pei Qian. He hid it well, so why didn't he just bring it on himself?
Pei Qian nodded, and the little girl in black immediately ran out of the house, went to Pei Qian and his own house, took out the scroll from the green bamboo bookcase, ran back, pursed her lips, and put it on the table in a hurry.
, Xiaomi Li just held the scroll, looked at the good mountain master with a serious face, as if to say, I really gave it to you, and you can’t blame me for what the mountain master’s wife will say when the time comes.
Chen Ping'an glanced at his founding disciple and complained: "I've given it to you, what's there to hide?"
Pei Qian smiled and nodded, then looked at the white-haired boy who was the culprit.
Chen Pingan handed the booklet given by the bearded guest to Ning Yao.
After Ning Yao flipped through it, he found that every opportunity was like playing a charade. The vocabulary on the booklet was like a fairyland ferry. The ferry names were all there, but the visitors were not told how to get to the ferry.
The white-haired boy looked at the scroll on the table. It had a white jade scroll head and a small note on the outside. The handwriting could barely be considered elegant. The content of the text was brazen, saying that he wanted to teach women all over the world how to dress.
After opening it, there are beauties with different eyebrows, buns, mandarin duck eyebrows, flying clouds, fainting, flying immortals, spiritual snakes, and reverse ties. There are also text annotations. There are a total of twenty-four beauties with white hair.
The boy looked at them one by one, marveled at them, and kept saying: "Okay, okay, although the spring mountain is small, it can lift the clouds... The ax marks in the Moon Palace were repaired, and then they raised their eyebrows to the beauty... Flying immortals descended in front of the emperor...
...Mother, this sentence is better, this sentence is the most wonderful. When I turn around and see him turning down the curtain, he wants to hug him, but Nong Ruoyan is..."
The white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously: "Since the ancestor of Yin Guan is proficient in seal carving, why not copy various eyebrow marks on the letter paper? From now on, in the whole world, half of the Taoist monks Hongyan on the mountain will pass the letter and fly the sword to convey the letter.
I need to use the letter paper produced by our Luolu Mountain! In line with the saying, "When a man from thousands of miles away sees the mark on his eyebrows, it is like meeting him again before the flowers." I think it is feasible, it is definitely feasible, and the wealth will definitely come rolling in!"
Chen Pingan rewarded with one word, "Get out!"
Zhu Lian or Mi Yu are the right people to make this kind of unconscionable money.
The white-haired boy had a hurt look on his face, which chilled the hearts of all the soldiers.
Picking up the last bundle of withered plum branches, it weighed it a few times and said doubtfully: "Ancestor Yin Guan, what is this?! Are we really picking up rags?"
Chen Ping'an threw the booklet to the white-haired boy. He turned to the page of the plum branch entry and found that there seemed to be two veins, each with a chance, and you could choose one of them. One of the clues was what Shangyang Palace, Mei Jing, was.
"Zhao Nan Chapter", Jiang Langzhong, Longchi Drunkard, Zhu Lu.
The other one is a bookstore, corpses, hot guests from all over the world, boneless flowers, and duckweed pavilion.
The white-haired boy felt dizzy. After all, it came from the Qingming world. He was completely blinded after seeing this. He closed the booklet and said solemnly: "Ancestor Yin Guan, why are you bothering to do this? Why don't we?
Or should I rob it openly? If someone catches me, it’ll be fine. The Yinguan Ancestor will just run away and leave me behind. I will be beaten, scolded, chopped or chopped, and I will bear all the responsibility!"
Ning Yao asked curiously: "What do you mean by this bundle of plum branches?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and explained: "Shangyang Palace, the nickname Mei Jing refers to a concubine. She has a younger brother named Jiang Caiqin, whose family has been a doctor for generations. As for the Drunken Guest in Longchi, it refers to the drunkard.
Awakening the different thoughts of the two vassal kings, anyway, after twists and turns, the opportunity to finally succeed is probably some kind of real gift from the Flower God of January in the Paradise of Hundreds of Flowers, or it is related to the blushing lady hanging upside down in the Plum Garden. So
Not very interesting.
"But there is another clue that I am very interested in. It is that I have selfish motives. If I am not wrong, I first go to the Mustard Seed Garden Bookstore in Toutiao City, because Li Julang is good at making plum windows. In the article "Bedroom Department", Li Julang
Juro even cited this matter as "the best production in his life", so I'm afraid he needs to buy a first edition of "Picture Biography" as a bridge, and find the bookseller Wang Gai, who once had a "
The nickname "Wang Anjie" is the only way to connect with this person's brother Wang Ping. This person's original name is Wang Shi. He is good at seal making and painting boneless flowers, so this involves an old gentleman who I admire very much.
He is good at painting plum blossoms and is the best in the world. He happens to be the owner of the Plum Blossom House and the Xiaozhou Duckweed Pavilion. Not only that, it is said that this old gentleman is also the first person in the world to carve seals with stone. With such a rare opportunity, I
How could you miss it? You must visit the old gentleman. If there is any chance, I can exchange it with the old gentleman for a seal."
Having said this, Chen Ping'an looked as bright as if he had heard the title "Li Julang" for the first time.
For people like Jiang Shangzhen, there will always be people they want to see on the night boat. It is the rain and the sudden green wind. It is the flower seller on the pole. The cup is deep and thick with amber. It is the person who has only lowered his brows but is in his heart. It is the two years and three years.
When I was defeated by Dongjun, he was thinner than Huanghua.
Chen Ping'an actually wanted to visit more ancient sages in the book.
Ning Yao was accustomed to Chen Ping'an's ability to solve puzzles.
I just want to talk about how Chen Pingan's relationship with the elders came about, that's how it came about.
Pei Qian was even more serious.
Anyway, Zhou Mili heard vaguely. As long as the good mountain master doesn't fight with others, he is very powerful!
Only the demon who transformed from the outside could listen to this series of "from here to there", "follow the clues" and "walk from house to house". He was dumbfounded and admired from the bottom of his heart: "Ancestor Yin Guan, this night boat,
You should be the captain at the helm!"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's far from it. It's just a two-legged bookcase."
It's not that he belittles himself, it's the fact. Chen Pingan is amazed by the night sailing ships in Toutiao City. If it weren't for the difficulty of distinguishing between friends and foes, and he had something to do, Chen Pingan really wouldn't mind wandering around on this ferry one by one.
Twelve cities, even if it takes three or two years, it is not worth it.
The white-haired boy kept rubbing his hands, his eyes shining, "Now that my hair has grown, and with Patriarch Yin Guan guiding me, and with my help, how can this ferry be so lucky that even a blade of grass can't grow?"
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Chen Ping'an said: "I still have business to do, so except for plum branches, I won't try to earn any other opportunities."
The white-haired boy beat his chest with both hands, "Is this still the arrogant and money-minded ancestor I know?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I want to ask senior Wang Yuanzhang for a seal. I have thought about the seal text, so I will write 'Qingqi fills the universe, and spring spreads for thousands of miles'!"
After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and said softly: "It would be better if we could ask for seals from two parties. The seal should say 'Wanderer's Journey'."
The white-haired boy clapped his hands and applauded: "The seal is excellent! Ancestor Yin Guan has unparalleled literary talent..."
Chen Pingan squinted and said, "It's something from the old gentleman's poem. I just copied it."
The white-haired boy raised his arms and shouted, "Ancestor Yin Guan has an invincible memory. He can move a mountain of books with one punch and overwhelm a sea of literature with one kick. He is number one in the world. Even people dare not claim to be second because he is too close to Ancestor Yin Guan."
, so I only dare to be called third!"
Anyway, as long as you have a clear conscience, there is no such thing as embarrassing flattery in the world.
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "According to Palace Master Wu's deduction, I may go to the Chinese Confucian Temple at some point. It's hard to say when I will go and when I will return, and how I will return."
The white-haired boy fell silent for a moment, sat back on the bench sickly, and wiped the table top repeatedly with one palm.
Ning Yao said: "Pei Qian Xiaomi is here with me."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Then let's solve the riddle?"
Xiaomi Li jumped off the bench and said, "It's your order!"
The group packed their luggage and left the inn to follow the clues. Sure enough, as Chen Pingan said, they followed the clues all the way and it was exactly as expected. They should buy and chat, and finally ended up in a secret landscape with thousands of plum blossoms and trees. Chen Pingan used
By chance, I was supposed to get a fairy plum tree, but I only exchanged two seals with the old master Wang Yuanzhang. I never thought that the old master would end up stroking his beard and smiling, and also gave me two pictures of plum blossoms, one with black plums and one with white plums.
, and the contents of the two seals that Chen Ping'an requested came from the poems on the scrolls.
After Chen Pingan took the scroll, he bowed to express his thanks again.
Thinking of something, Chen Ping'an said: "This junior heard that there was a Sword Immortal in Tongyezhou who climbed a mountain in heavy snow and said something similar to what the senior said in the history books. Everyone in his sect had heard about it, but the Sword Immortal was at the end.
The phrase 'the best time to draw a sword' has been added, so this swordsman must also admire his senior very much."
The old gentleman smiled and said: "Is it the saying 'Heaven and earth are made of white jade, which makes people's hearts clear and make them want to go to heaven'?"
Chen Pingan held the scroll in his arms and nodded gently.
The old gentleman asked: "A swordsman who talks to heaven and earth like this is in Tongyezhou, so he must be no longer alive?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "He has died in battle."
That swordsman is none other than Fu Lingqing, the leader of the Tongye Sect.
The old gentleman asked Chen Pingan to wait for a while, and finally gave Chen Pingan two seals, one of which was carved in the wind and snow to cheer up the madman in the world.
Chen Pingan scratched his head and blushed a little.
The old gentleman smiled and said: "Although I don't know who you are yet, I hope that there will be more young people like you in the world today."
Pointing to somewhere else, the old man said seriously: "Remember, don't imitate Shao Baojuan from Rongmaicheng. He seems to have been a gentleman for many years, just waiting to be a bad guy once, and then never look back. It's such a pity."
After leaving this secret realm, Chen Pingan used the piano score written by the white-haired boy to exchange it with Toutiao City for the three-city customs clearance documents. Generally, for a certain knowledge, exchanging two cities' customs clearance documents is the limit. Obviously, the night sailing ship is not suitable for
This "Guangling Stop and Stop Spectrum" is extremely important. At first, the white-haired boy was a little complacent and walked very gracefully outside the shop. But after learning that there were twelve cities on the night voyage, he immediately started jumping around and cursing, and Xiao Mili quickly hugged him.
This short winter melon has turned gray at a young age. The white-haired boy was still cursing and flying towards the shop. Xiaomi Li leaned back and swayed. It was not easy to ensure that the two of them did not fall. The white-haired boy
After the boy finished scolding, he put his feet on the ground, turned around and patted Xiao Mili on the shoulder, "You can learn from your loyalty, and you have done a good job in protecting me. I will reward you with some good things later."
Xiaomi Li didn't take it seriously, and just grinned and said, "I seemed to be drunk and boxing just now."
The white-haired boy gestured at the size of the two of them and shook his head, "Xiaomili, every time I talk to you, if I don't lower my head hard, I won't be able to see you. How can this be done? In the future, please invite us Yinguan ancestors
I’ll help you build a small bench, so you have to stand and talk to me.”
Xiaomi Li frowned and tiptoed secretly. It turned out that the white-haired boy seemed to be taller. Looking down, the white-haired boy immediately put away his toes. When Xiaomi Li suddenly raised his head, he raised his toes instantly. Xiaomi Li
After taking a few steps back, the white-haired boy clasped his hands behind his back and turned to leave.
I went to Chui Gong City first and saw
Chen Ping'an helped Cui Dongshan deliver a message to the old master who held a lamp at night and wrote the list.
While traveling, Xiao Mili asked in a low voice: "Pei Qian, Pei Qian, Li Huai said you are a subjugated princess living among the people. Can you find your father here?"
Pei Qian said nothing.
Xiao Mili continued to ask: "Do you want my help? I am very good at finding people, and I am very good at patrolling mountains and patrolling mountains."
Pei Qian knocked down a small chestnut. After beating Zhou Mili, he held his head in his hands and suddenly realized that he probably couldn't be found. He sprinkled salt on Pei Qian's wound, and he really deserved a beating.
They were still on the bank of a large river that was in the dry season, revealing the cliff carvings on the bottom of the water, the abundant life, and the depths of the Dragon Palace.
In a wine shop, I met a young man who claimed to be a young master. He was about to write on the wall. There was also a young clerk who was a little absent-minded and just muttered to himself, asking where the old sword was. Outside the shop
, passing by a tall man with oily arms oozing out from his arms, he looked at a lively girl in the distance with her toes tiptoeing and her skirt lightly twirling, with fine eyebrows. The man felt that she was the one this year. It was not in vain that he had read 440,000
There are many books with characters, and there are Yan Ruyu inside and outside the books.
The white-haired boy who was slapping the table with his hands and clamoring for a good drink immediately shut up.
Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up, came outside the wine shop, and looked up at the sky.
At the lotus pond in Appearance City, the two people who had visited Sense City first broke through the landscape restrictions and appeared directly here.
Wu Shuangjiang was accompanied by the young shopkeeper of the Hanging Mountain Stork Inn.
In the pavilion, the executioner sat alone.
Neither Du Shanyin nor his maid Ji Qing are here.
It seems that the Sword Immortal is waiting for this great monk of the Fourteenth Realm who has been expelled from the palace.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Xiaobai, go somewhere else."
Bai Luo, the watcher of the Sui Palace, nodded with a smile, "The executioner doesn't have that much space to help you cover the Fourteenth Realm."
Wu Shuangjiang said: "It's just a criminal official, not a hidden official, so there is no need for the fourteenth realm."
After Bai Luo left.
Wu Shuangjiang clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly. Four imitation swords came out of his sleeves and said with a smile: "The flowers bloom in the cage."
A bird in a cage imitates the magical power of a sword, and a moon in a well imitates the magical power of a sword, combined with the two-character mantra "flowers bloom".
Between heaven and earth, all are Wu Shuangjiang, all are imitation swords of immortality.
As for why we have to fight this fight today, the reason is very simple. The Taoist companion in Wu Shuangjiang's heart seems to be often chased by the prison officer with flying swords on the prison side of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
After a while.
The night sailing ship was split into two by the light of the sword.
At the same time, Chen Pingan heard a voice in his heart, "Can you come to the Confucian Temple?"
Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "But the Lisheng?"
After getting the affirmative answer, Chen Pingan bowed and said: "Thank you for your thanks."
After A Liang left the Confucian Temple Square, he seemed to be traveling far away, but in fact he secretly went to a restricted area of the Merit Forest to talk to the sage accompanying him, but at least he was not rejected, but in the end he still had to take a sum of merit.
Then, I saw the bearded ranger. He said it was a forbidden area with no formation restrictions and no one was even watching over it. It was just a broken secret realm with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Liu Cha was squatting by the waterside, fishing with a pole.
A Liang came to Liu Cha's side and remained silent. Liu Cha didn't say anything either. A Liang sighed, shook his head, walked up behind Liu Cha, and kicked the swordsman in the butt with great force.
Not a little, Liu Cha had to pounce forward, but he still held the pole in one hand and supported the ground with one hand, so as not to fall and eat shit. He squatted down again, and there was no expression change on the man's face.
Aliang Jinji stood alone, raised one leg, rubbed the instep, and complained endlessly, saying how could there be such a hard as iron butt in the world.
Hopping on one foot, he came to Liu Cha's side, landed on his butt, sat cross-legged, picked up a piece of weed, dusted off the soil, held it in his mouth, slowly chewed the root of the grass, and said vaguely: "Brother Liu, where is the Confucian Temple?"
What’s the word for it?”
Liu Cha said: "Sheng Li just asked me to stay here, there is no other way to say it."
"If you can hold a sword with Bai Ye, it's very powerful."
"The defeated general dare not speak bravely."
In Jinjiazhou, there used to be that mirror-like flower and watery moon, but there was only one picture scroll over and over again, which was the scene of Liu Cha sword killing Bai Ya.
It was imitated by the bad guys using mountain magic, so every time you open the scroll, when the bearded swordsman appears, before handing out the sword, there will inevitably be onlookers exclaiming his name, Liu Cha!
Over time, "Liu Cha", which was originally just a name, gradually evolved into a statement full of exclamation, similar to a mantra. Two words and one statement can cover many meanings.
As for Liu Cha's own swordsmanship, especially his poems, they are far less impressive than his name. Even now in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the word Liu Cha has become known to all women and children.
At this moment, A Liang held his head in his hands, fell back, and said softly: "If I had known that there would be such a thing, I would have just killed you on the other side of the Great Sword Qi Wall."
But it was not that Liu Chajian killed Bai Ye, but that he was stopped by Chen Chun'an, a mellow scholar, when he returned to the ruins.
Chen Chun'an, a scholar and scholar, has a good rapport with Ah Liang. Of course, it may just be Ah Liang who thinks so.
Liu Cha said: "Don't talk about life-changing in such a nice way."
Fighting with A Liang is almost the result of exchanging lives.
A Liang crossed his legs and swayed slightly, "In my life, I have three good buddies, and they are all brothers in need. One is an old scholar. They are all full of talent and learning, and they are not allowed to show off their fame."
"One is Chen Pingan, one is standing at the top of the city, and the other is lying at the bottom of the mountain. We can only look at each other from a distance, feeling sympathy for each other."
"Then it's you. We both fell from the fourteenth realm."
Liu Cha said: "Are you done?"
A Liang said: "You care about me?"
Liu Cha stopped talking and continued fishing.
A Liang took a nap, then got up and said he would come here to drink next time when he was free.
The man spread his hands and spun away, still using the ladder on the rivers and lakes, his legs jumping up and down.
Liu Cha glanced at it and was very curious. Could this guy look like a bird in the Yasheng Mansion?
A sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, a certain Jade Pu Realm who had been chopped half to death by Qi Tingji with a sword, had just finished retreating to recuperate. A few days after finally getting out of seclusion, he participated in a discussion at the Patriarch Hall.
There was a masked man with only a pair of sinister eyebrows and rat eyes. In broad daylight, he broke through the mountain gate formation and landed on the square outside the Patriarch's Hall. He made a posture that was so angry that his Dantian was filled with anger. Then he put his hands on his forehead and stepped back.
He smoothed his hair, called the Yupu Realm Patriarch's name several times, and then asked loudly where this person was.
Suddenly, there was a young and promising priest in the Patriarch Hall. He didn't even notice the weird look on everyone's face, as if he wanted to speak but was holding back. He stepped forward, crossed the threshold of the Patriarch Hall, and met with Na Meng.
The handsome man yelled angrily: "Who dares to break into this place?!"
The masked man's eyes were rolling, and he was winking at a distant fairy who was hovering in the air.
The short masked man clenched his fists, raised his arms, and waved back slightly. Behind him, the Yu Pujing at the gate of the ancestral hall seemed to have received a heavy hammer on his forehead. He fainted on the spot and fell straight backwards to the ground.
, waist leaning against the threshold, body like an arch bridge.
In the ancestral hall, everyone from the sect master to the chief minister to the guest ministers held their breath and concentrated. Most of them did not even stand up. A few were unkind and simply turned around and chatted with their friends nearby to show their innocence.
That guy has been here before. It's not the first time.
Later, the old patriarch of Yupu Realm had a leaky house and it rained all night, so his end was a bit pitiful and terrible.
A rich man was enjoying the chess game in the pavilion.
Suddenly a man appeared behind him and strangled his neck.
The rich man coughed and was speechless. He slapped his arm hard,
The old man had a very expressive round face. His face turned purple and then turned white, and there were already signs of rolling his eyes. The man then let go of his hand. Yu Panshui gasped for air. Damn it, you know who is coming. No one in the world.
Can you do such an immoral act?
Unexpectedly, the man strangled the old man's neck again and cursed: "Fat Yu, what's the matter with you? When you meet your good brother, you don't even have a smile on your face, and you don't even say hello, ah?! I just said, it must be
Someone is secretly killing people in my hometown every day, cursing me that I can’t go back to my hometown. Good guy, it turns out to be you?!"
After saying the word ah, he raised his arm, and the old man had to stand on tiptoes, looking like a hanged ghost. It was not that the old man was pretending to be pitiful, but that bitch behind him was really ruthless.
Yu Panshui had no choice but to force his spirit out of his body. He stood beside the man, stamped his feet vigorously, clapped his hands, said "Hey!", took a few small steps, and came over to rub the man's shoulders and hit his back, "It turns out to be A Liang."
Brother, I haven’t seen you in a few years. The tendons on this body are so strong. Tsk tsk tsk. You deserve to have experienced the great scenery of sword cultivation in the fourteenth realm, but the realm is nothing. To brother A Liang
, the main thing is this masculine look. Last time we met, he had already reached his peak. Unexpectedly, he can make further progress. I admire him, I really admire him! I covet him, I covet him!"
A Liang then let go of his hand and pushed the head of the Yin God to return it to its true form.
Sitting on the bench in the pavilion, he spread his hands on the railing, crossed his legs, took a long breath, and gave Yu Panshui a look.
Yu Panshui understood the idea, and from the pavilion where there was a plaque of wooden wild fox, a stream of green smoke immediately flew out, drifting here, and finally condensed into a beautiful woman. She gave her a blessing, and smiled sweetly with the man: "See you there."
Pass sir."
Ah Liang jumped up, stretched out his hand and wiped his temples vigorously, "It's time to give birth. Call me little brother Ah Liang."
Yu Panshui regretted eating and drinking too much today.
A Liang waved his hand and said: "Fat Yu, wipe your own shit yourself."
Yu Panshui pretended to be stupid, and Ah Liang laughed and said, "Just call yourself Ah Liang!"
In the Xuanmi Dynasty, there was a very famous headmaster of Shanxia Academy, who was praised by many scholars in the Middle-earth Divine Continent as the most courageous scholar in the continent.
After Yu Panshui left and returned, A Liang left in a hurry and said, "Yu Panshui, you are a coward, how dare you be a literary daredevil!"
Yu Panshui sighed.
After A Liang left this place.
I found an old immortal who was an old acquaintance.
The old immortal sneered and said: "Is it illegal to say a few words? It's up to you to scold me, and it's up to you to hit me. If you talk back, I'll lose."
I met an old scoundrel who was not stingy.
A Liang shouted angrily and said with grief and indignation: "Okay, okay, if you bully me for my low level, you have to fight with me, right? You can't be killed but not humiliated. Even if you beat me to death, I won't accept this today."
gas."
The loud voice spread throughout the sect. Then A Liang grabbed the guy's hair, put his head under his arm, and punched him on the head.
Finally, he closed his fists and made a posture that would sink his energy into his Dantian. He felt refreshed and added another victory to his fucking record.